Chapter 151: Fates

Luck never gives, it only lends. – Scottish Proverb

Church was going on downstairs. Nessie was curled up on her bed crying. He was leaving her. It was what she wanted, what needed to happen. He would be safe.

She didn’t want him to go.

The secured land line phone on her bedside table rang. There were only a few in her family that had the phone number. Her mum, Grams and Papa Dean. And it would be early morning in Scotland.

She reached over and picked it up. “’Allo.”

“Nach. None of that, lass.” Grams Stewart said. “Tell me why yer upset.”

“Yeh know why.” Nessie sniffled.

“Aye, I do. But you need to say the words. Words have power, lass, yeh know this.”

“He’s gonna leave me.” She whispered.

“Only if yeh let him."

“Yer vision-"

“Acht. Visions change. That’s the thing about shadows. It’s not until it happens that it becomes clear.”

“Grams, I can’t be the reason he dies.”

“But can you be the reason he lives?” came the counter argument from a half dozen time zones away.

“What do yeh mea